The forest stands tall and lush here; ancient trees reach weather-twisted arms to the sky, fighting monster-like storm clouds back with their interlacing fingers. Shadow seems to lurk everywhere you look, but it spills calmly, coolly, inspiring a sense of stealthy calm or protection rather than unease. That is, if you've forgotten what kind of creature might be stalking just out of sight...Abendrot is a land cradled by the dark woods on all sides; in the center, some of the larger trees stay behind to reveal a small plateau - a citadel where this pack can gather and defend itself from invaders. There are, of course, softer sides to the land. Clearings here and there allow the sun to throw down its rays in incongruously resplendent gold showers. Ignore the lingering scents of blood spattered here and there along the borders: those do not concern you. The river on one edge of the territory is playful enough when it hasn't been gorged by violent rain. You can choose to note the ragged claw marks raked down tree trunks and the forest floor as friendly "Home Sweet Home" signs, if you wish.
All who treasure loyalty, order, victory, and the occasional indulgence of raw visceral pleasure are welcome, once they've been approved by the ever-watchful eyes of Abendrot's Alpha. But keep one thing in mind: no matter what your motive, this is not a fool's Paradise. This is the land of soldiers, assassins, and spies. This is ABENDROT.
Make up your mind quickly and prepare to prove your worth. You wouldn't want to add to those blood spatters, would you...?
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Posted on July 24, 2014 at 08:45:42 PM by A T T I C U S
A T T I C U S you enchant me even when you're not around The wait was not long. The beauty felt only a few minutes pass by as she sat there before her ears turned towards the sound of someone coming towards her. Her face remained straight, her body seemed almost frozen from any sort of indication of life within her. Even her eyes shone with a dullness that still contained beauty within them. Atticus knew the procedure well enough. With only her eyes carefully and slowly looking at the oncoming stranger. His scent began to travel in her direction. Slowly, her nostrils inhaled his scent, only to realize this was not the alpha. Even in the way in which he traveled, she could tell. A ranked member perhaps. All in all, it was still the same. Her old pack handled newcomers the same way. Whoever was on border patrol. Personally, being next to her king a lot of the time, she saw a lot of outcomes. She was commanded to kill a wolf who was trying to sneak into the lands to take a pup- something about the pup being rightfully his or whatever. With a fellow comrade at her side and their king watching, the two had attacked the intruder, leaving him near death, letting him go on command. Few more bites and that wolf would have been a goner. Perhaps her king decided to show mercy to make an example out of him for other wandering wolves. In the end, it didn't matter to Atticus. But she did learn a few things that day. For a while, she believed the borders were for visitors, business, newcomers, and so on. She learned that day that borders can also be very dangerous. Borders are not always safe doors. Atticus soon felt another presence coming, but the smell she could not make out well. She dismissed it until they made themselves seen. Soon enough, the arriving wolf introduced himself. Her eyes and face slowly moved to face him. Grey Wind. Captain of Soldiers. She recorded this, engraved it into her mind. So he was a ranked member. By the sound of it, this pack had a different ranking system than those traditional packs. However, Atticus did not care for this, as she had lived in an odd ranking system beforehand as well. As the wolf continues to talk, a shadow emerges from behind this wolf. His smell travels into her nostrils. I mediately, his scent is recognizable. This is the wolf who's scent overpowers the whole pack. The alpha, or the king, whatever the ruling system was in this land. Her eyes slowly move to look at the wolf, her face straight of any expression. She was very careful with her slight movements. Her beautiful body shifted, her clean fur bending at her neck, striped cradling her neck as she acknowledges both wolves. Once Grey Wind's voice ceases, the white shadow speaks. The instructions were simple enough, nothing she couldn't handle. For a moment, her cold blue eyes catch a glimpse of the king's face. She knows there's something different, but she doesn't dwell on it. Surely enough, if she was accepted she'd see it later. Her body shifts ever so lightly and elegantly once more before her mesmerizing alto tone escapes. "Atticus..." she begins. A boy's name, yes. She states it simply, with almost no bend to her voice before continuing. "... I'm here to join." her business is stated, simply. Atticus was a wolf of very few words. She had always been this way. Some consider her quiet. To her, she simply was only using her voice when needed. She wasn't one to blab on about anything, or show herself off in any way. Her body moves to a submission position after her words, her eyes on the Alpha, whose name she yet did not know. As she submit, her eyes moved slowly from Grey Wind to the king's face. She stared blankly for the next step, but his image burned into her head. the scars and marks on his face were what she recorded. Most wolves would probably wonder how such a face came to be. To Atticus, the face simply registered into her mind. Her body seemed light, soft, beautiful. Ashed paws relaxed for further instruction.  |
sorry if something doesn't make sense, my auto correct is being kinda a jerk so i had to rewrite so many things
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